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Down Came A Blackbird

by Barbara Karmazin

AtlanticBridge- Science Fiction

AtlanticBridge

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First Published byAtlanticBridge , March, 2001

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Chapter 1

Goddess above!Minuscule women with gauzy wings gamboled with leprechauns in a field of flowers.

Cait hastily averted her eyes from the holovid ad for the newest VR game at Tiny's Emporium. Her face

heated up with an embarrassed flush.We're nothing like that .

“Do you like it?” Tiny's voice said behind her.

She turned around. At five eight she wasn't short, not by any means, but Tiny stood well over six-foot

tall. He towered over her like an onyx giant and unknowingly projected his need for approval at her. His

deep booming voice matched his size. He rubbed his left hand across his bald head. A heavy embossed

ring of a Navy SEAL glinted on his ring finger.

“It's interesting, but...” She noticed his gaze lingering on the random shades of gold, copper, black and

brown of her braided hair. “Tiny...”

“Ma'am.”

She gestured at the ad. The hard part was finding the right words to critique his efforts in a tactful

manner. After spending two very enjoyable weeks learning the intricacies of his solar wing VR game, she

appreciated the care and intellect he put into developing his programs.

“If you're going to design a semi-accurate VR game about the Sidhe, I think it'll work better if you

access Celtic history for your template. Forget all that rot about wings and wee people, cold iron and

magic. The Sidhe fought battles with the early Celts and later intermarried with them.”

“The She?” The puzzled expression on his face was priceless.

“Sidhe is the Gaelic word for faerie. It's spelled S-i-d-h-e, but pronounced Shee,” Cait said patiently.

“You've heard of the Banshee, haven't you?”

Comprehension brightened Tiny's face. He pulled his sofscreen out of his pocket and unfolded it. “Main

net,” he said. “Download all references to Celtic history and folklore to unit 2957 and bill this activity to

Tiny's Emporium, Deck Two, corridor thirty seven.”

“Insert credit chip,” the impersonal voice of Sanctuary Station'sNetCenter said from his sofscreen's

commlink.

Tiny inserted his credit chip, gave a satisfied nod and held the screen out for Cait to see the data dump.

“Nauda's Silver Hand is a good start.” She pointed at the reference as it scrolled up. “When you strip

away the ‘magic’ elements, it sounds just like a modern prosthetic device. And here! The stories about

the selkie folk and their shape changing sealskins fit the parameters of deep sea divers’ wet suits.”

Tiny's emotions shifted from a defensive curiosity into a sudden flood of eager gratitude. She took her

hand off his arm and stepped back. It wasn't his fault he was projecting at her so loudly. He had no idea

she was an empath and that touching someone gave her a clearer link with them.

“Cait?”

She stopped. His voice was serious. It didn't sound like he wanted to discuss VR games anymore.

He folded the sofscreen up. “Now that you've learned EVA flight in VR, how'd you like to sign up for

real time classes this afternoon?”

“I can't.” Genuine regret colored her words. “I told you already. I'm only here for a vacation. I'm

scheduled to fly back down to Earth on tomorrow's shuttle.”

“But this is a chance of a lifetime. A month from today, the mining expedition's going to the Pot of Gold.

There are still a couple of berths left open for bid. With an EVA flight certificate and your medical

background, you'd be a shoo-in. Two paramedics bailed out of the expedition when Nowan filed its

lawsuit.”

Cait tilted her head sideways and gave him a hard look. “Is that why the game was so cheap?” she

asked. “Are you using it as a recruiting tool?”

“Hey!” He spread his thick hands apart. “We're only asking the high scorers. Kyle and Dushawn are

going to this class. I figured you might be interested too ‘cause your score is even higher than theirs.”

Cait looked away and smothered an irritated sigh. Kyle and Dushawn came up on the shuttle with her

last week. Ever since they overheard the customs agent question her visa, they made it their business to

follow her around. It was a very simple explanation. Her mother had two husbands. That's why both of

them were listed on the visa.

“Well,” Tiny pleaded with her. “What do you say? Try it. You can stay here a couple of more weeks.”

It certainly sounded like a lot more fun than going back dirtside to listen to long lectures on the

translocation of genetic factors during meiosis and mitosis. The concentration of metallic ores in the Pot of

Gold supported the theory that the asteroids were the remains of another planet. It always made her

wonder about an extraterrestrial origin for her people. Especially when she read the old legends and

stripped away the magical aspects.

Cait gnawed at her lower lip. Her parents were so proud of her qualifying for Harvard's Pre-med class.

“Sorry, Tiny.”

His shoulders sagged. “Okay.” He patted his shirt pocket. “There'll be other expeditions. If you ever

change your mind, I have your VR stats right here with me.”

She shook her head. Goddess, she was tempted! The best thing to do was to leave before she agreed.

The longer he talked, the more she wanted to go. Empathic sensitivity was a tricky ability to control. She

had to make sure it was something she really wanted instead of a reaction to what he wanted. Her gaze

focused on the skinsuit draped over her arm. She held it up. “What about this?”

Tiny waved it away. “Keep it.”

She nodded, surprised by his generosity. When you took into consideration the special catheter and

microfilament neural fibres for direct input to her spinal column, it was well worth the price she paid for

the custom fit. Besides, authentic skinsuits for EVA solar wings were all the rage dirtside.

Cait dodged a clump of customers digging through a pile of used EVA suits and walked outside to Deck

Two's lift. Its doors slid smoothly open as she approached and revealed two passengers standing inside it

already. Was it a plot by the goddess to test her patience? she thought. It was the only logical way to

explain why Kyle and Dushawn were there.

Their salacious excitement washed over Cait as the lift doors slid shut. That didn't help matters any. She

moved to the back of the lift, put on her best poker face and stared blankly at the wall. Maybe if she

ignored them, they'd leave her alone.

No such luck. Kyle moved in on her first. “Your mama has two husbands. How many do you want?”

He tried to pinch her buttocks.

She rolled her eyes and stepped out of his reach. No use trying to explain things to these idiots. Her

fathers were lucky they found a human woman to love them and accept their culture. It worked out pretty

good for her fathers. The only other Sidhe left were too closely related for them to partner. Of course, as

a physician, her mother had a unique perspective when she met her two suitors.

“Yeah,” Dushawn reached out and tried to paw her chest. “How many guys can you handle?”

Cait didn't want to deal with them right now. “Back off,” she told them.

Identical stupid grins blossomed on their faces. They moved closer. Then, with their juvenile lust swirling

around her in a red haze, she pushed them against opposite walls. Sidhe strength came in handy

sometimes.

The lift shuddered and groaned to a stop at Deck Six. “The next time you make a wrong move, there

won't be any warning. I'll just kick you in the nuts,” Cait said when the doors opened.

Both men scrambled out. Kyle wiped the blood dripping out of his nose onto his shirtsleeve. Cait rubbed

at her forehead. Something didn't feel right here. Shereached for them with her mind. Their emotions

were a confused jumble. They were in a hurry not to leave her but to go someplace else. Then what Tiny

said about the high scorers in the VR game suddenly clicked into place. They were worried about being

late for this afternoon's EVA flight class.

The lift door slid shut. “Deck two, please,” she said. Her hands were shaking.

Those punks were going out to the Pot of Gold. What if they found what she wanted to find? She'd kick

herself silly if that happened. Especially if they found proof of Sidhe existence and didn't even know what

they had. A project of the import of Pot of Gold deserved better than a pair of low class hooligans

masquerading as scientific researchers. She could finish her medical schooling any time she wanted. But

she might only get one chance at something like this.

Tiny was busy dickering over the price of a couple of used EVA suits when she reentered his store. He

glanced at Cait and nodded. She went over to a pile of scuffed boots and sorted through them until he

finished his transaction.

A hopeful question filled Tiny's face while she walked up and laid her hands on his counter. “Sign me up

for that class. Do you have any spare EVA suits for sale that'll match up with my skinsuit?”

* * * *

An hour and a half later, Cait shifted her shoulders under the full weight of her EVA gear and stepped

out of the maintenance lift into the unheated storage hold of Deck Six. It was worth it to feel Kyle's and

Dushawn's astonishment when they turned around and saw her walk over and stand in line with them.

Standing there on the other side of the vast metal cavern of the hold was their instructor. He turned

around and unfurled his wings. Tall and forbidding, he looked like a matte-black chimera with his bat

wings and black visored helmet. Now she knew who provided the template for the master image in

Tiny's VR game. The opaque visor of his helmet completed the illusion of inhumanity.

His jet black boots clicked against the deck's metal grid. “My name's Edelmiro Jesus Santiago de

Arroyo” He tapped his finger at the circle name patch on his right shoulder. It had jagged lightning bolts

stabbing at the word “Indio.” “But I prefer to be calledIndio .”

She liked that. Nice and easy to remember. She didn't feel any emotions leaking out from him. She liked

that too. Especially after the incident in the elevator, she'd rather deal with someone with a mature

emotional attitude. Their lessons should proceed without any distractions.

Indiopointed his gloved finger at the swollen lip and goose egg that marred Dushawn's dark-skinned

features. “What happened?”

Indio's voice sounded very raspy and guttural to Cait. Was it a deliberate distortion of his suit's speaker

system? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that it scrabbled at her senses like a wounded claw.

“Uh,” Dushawn gulped. “When we picked up our stuff...” His angry gaze flickered towards Cait. Kyle

shot him a warning glance. “... I tripped and ran into the door, sir.”

Indioturned to the next victim in the lineup. He tapped the Celtic circle on Kyle's suit, then tilted Kyle's

face sideways for a better view of his black eyes and bruised nose. “And you?”

Slanting a swift glare of his own at Cait, Kyle straightened his shoulders and bobbed his head in eager

affirmation of Dushawn's feeble alibi. “Yes sir! It was a door!”

Indioturned his helmeted head towards Cait. Even though she couldn't see through his polarized

faceplate she suspected he was checking her features out for any bruises or other signs of physical

damage.

He leaned closer to peer at the golden eyed calico cat on her nametag and read her name out loud.

“Cait, do you have anything to tell me about this door?”

The last thing she wanted to do was file a sexual harassment claim. Running around the station and

submitting testimony to a panel of holographic legal representatives was not her idea of fun. Besides, her

people avoided publicity the same way they avoided cold iron before they learned about tetanus shots.

She smiled. Mischief danced at the corners of her mouth. “I have good reflexes, sir.”

His curiosity washed over her. He reached up with his gloved finger and pushed a loose tendril of hair

behind her ear. She knew he was staring at the random streaks of color that patterned her hair.

Indiotook his hand away and stepped back. At the same time, his emotional output shut down. “Good.”

He peeled off his glove and held out his right hand. “Stats, please.”

Tension puffed out in the cold air along with their breath as everyone unsealed their pockets, fished out

their VR disks and handed them over. He walked to the wall, placed his hand on the palmprint ID and

activated the computer. He inserted the first disk into the slot and studied the results.

He keyed in a series of commands and they waited for the first set of wings to pop out of the wall unit.

Solar batwings were custom designed with black photoelectric cells painted directly onto the fabric that

powered the wings. Microchips inside the helmets translated external light sources into visible streams of

electromagnetic energy. A simple walk on the beach would be transformed on the visors into a

kaleidoscope of photons and constantly changing energy patterns.

A light started blinking at the panel beside the computer screen.Indio opened it and removed the first set

of wings. He inserted the second disk in the slot. They waited for this process to complete for the next

two sets of wings.

She watchedIndio snap Kyle's and Dushawn's wings into the sockets alongside their air tanks and help

them fasten their helmets. Dushawn's and Kyle's wings were one third black. Her's were half black.

Cait flexed her arms. Her wings flexed. It was a curious sensation, like, yet unlike, the sims. Her back

and shoulders tingled while the wings responded to every move, every random muscle contraction.

A multitude of fiberoptic filaments embedded in her skinsuit pierced Cait's spine and provided direct

feedback to and from the wings. They absorbed the energy of the ceiling lights and resent it to her

nervous system as surges of cold fire.

She studied the endless stream of infrared and magnetic imaging data on her visor and realized how

much she needed to learn.Indio radiated pure power from head to toe. Dushawn and Kyle radiated

uneven blotches and random flares in the data stream on her visor. She figured her readings were most

likely just as erratic and uncontrolled. Sweat trickled down her spine. Her nose itched.

Indio's movements were slow and deliberate as he climbed down the ladder to the emergency exit

airlock. Figuring out how to balance the wings as she climbed down required total concentration. Energy

flashes crackled through her with every move.

Climbing down without snagging her wings took all her concentration. Kyle and Dushawn followed

her.Indio reached up, activated the controls and sealed the door above their heads. He positioned them

around the exterior airlock at their feet.

The lock irised open. Air hissed out as a cloud of ice crystals into vacuum outside. Everyone's suits

inflated automatically, compensating for the pressure differential. Cait remembered to fold her wings, then

slowly climbed outside and clung like a leech to the handholds spaced around the opening.

It felt like she was hanging onto the edge of a vast carousel trying to fling her off into the void. A

multitude of stars sailed past. The moon swung by. A few minutes later, the sun swirled into view and

scorched her with the brilliant roar of its wild energy fields. The skinsuit reacted to the blood rushing

away from her head and tightened around her arms and legs. Swallowing the sudden nausea that welled

up in her throat, she looked sideways and watchedIndio tuck his feet under himself, then walk toward

her. The vibration of his boot magnets resonated through her insulated gloves.

When he reached for her, she activated her boot magnets and let him pull her to a standing position. She

straightened up too fast and collided with him. Rock steady, he held on and waited for her to catch her

balance. There they were, hanging upside down like a pair of bats. He put his helmet against hers. “Easy

now,” he said. “You forgot to switch your commlink on.”

“Goddess!” She looked for the switch.

“Down below your chin on your right side,” he said. “You tap the green one once with your chin for a

local and twice for the emergency channel. The red one shuts it down again.”

“Okay...” Cait blurted out, “Your voice, why does it sound the way it does?” Hot mortification flooded

her cheeks.Why did I ask him that? It's none of my business.

Indio's gloved hands tightened on her arms. “An old injury,” he said finally. He released her, then turned

to Kyle and Dushawn. They were clinging to the other side of the airlock.

Cait switched her comm on and stopped watching them while she sorted out the different

electromagnetic and radiant energy flows superimposed on her visor. Moonlight splashed around her and

eddied into a whirlpool. The solid wind of sunlight crashed over the edges of the station and sucked the

moonlight into a massive current swooping through the dark void of space. Earthshine flooded the sky.

Space Station Sanctuary, or Heaven Help Us, as the long term residents called it, looked like a giant

top. Around the spindle's base, riding on mag-lev rails, was the vast LazySusan upon which the station

rotated. Freight elevators raced up and down the spokes delivering cargo and passengers to the rim.

East of the sun and west of the moon was one of the more poetic descriptions of La Grange Point #5.

She wondered how the person who wrote that old fairy tale managed to describe this exact location so

accurately. Was it just a coincidence?

A wave of nausea slammed into Cait from Dushawn. She turned and watched Dushawn sway while he

adjusted to the centrifugal and centripetal forces pushing and pulling at him. Bad enough she had to fight

her own nausea; feeling his quadrupled the sensation.

She watchedIndio make sure Dushawn's boots were securely planted on the metal wall.Indio turned

towards Kyle. But Kyle didn't wait. He pushed himself away from the rim with his arms and started

pinwheeling away parallel to the station's curving side.

“Shit!”Indio 's voice yelled in her helmet over the comm. He hurtled himself after Kyle's flailing shape.

Twin streams of light flared fromIndio 's wrists. He spread his wings. Kyle's struggles carried him too

close to a solar vane. One of his wings snagged the vane and fragmented. Kyle spun out into the

darkness.Indio swooped after him. They vanished over the sloping curve of the station.

Cait hesitated. Should they wait? She switched the comm to local. “Dushawn,” she said.

“Uh ... yeah.”

“I think we should switch on the emergency channel and listen for any signal fromIndio . Okay?”

“Yeah.”

They waited. Silence reigned. She motioned at Dushawn to switch to the local commlink again.

“Dushawn?”

“Yeah.”

“Should we stay here?”

“Don't know.” His response wasn't very enthusiastic or helpful.

“Maybe they flew too far down the line and they're not in range of the relay antennas anymore. I think

we should fly ourselves out away from station interference and try the emergency channel one more

time.”

“Uh sure. That sounds good.”

Taking a deep breath to steady her racing pulse, Cait focused on the energies surging through her wings

down the fiberoptic filaments into her spine. Cold fire burned through her as she silently cursed the sims

for inadequate emergency training. She activated the wrist jets. Catheters provided an annoying but

crucial source of raw methane for the tiny jets.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw small spurts of flame sputtering out from Dushawn's wrists. At

least he was following her example and learning his suit's capabilities before leaping out into the energy

flows. She checked her visor's screen.

“Dushawn, did you hear anything fromIndio yet?”

“No.”

“Are you ready to go out and look for them?” Cait unclipped her grappling hook and coiled the line

around her right hand and arm.

Dushawn unclipped his. “I'm as ready as I'll ever be.”

Bracing herself for the next blast of energy as the station spun sunwards, she eyeballed the vanes jutting

out at irregular intervals on her projected flight plan. She deactivated her boot magnets and pushed off

onto the crest twisting past the station wall. Her wings snapped open. Back and shoulder muscles

protested the sudden changes in direction. A steady stream of urine flowed from her wrist jets.

Twisting and turning her body and wings like a bodysurfer, she rode the energy wave curving away from

the station. With her arms lifted overhead, she slowed herself down with the wrist jets. She scudded

sideways onto a weaker energy wave, turned and watched for Dushawn. His efforts were awkward but

he kept himself in a straight line and rode the next wave out to her.

As he realigned himself beside her, she studied the energy flow of his wings. Looking down at

Sanctuary, she compared the patterns of the vanes as they absorbed and transferred solar energy into the

station's generators. She hopedIndio managed to drag Kyle back down on the rim. Trying to find them

anywhere else would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

She tuned in to the emergency channel. Nothing. She tabbed the comm back to local. “Dushawn.”

“Yeah.”

“No distress signal.”

“Yeah.”

“Any ideas?”

“No.”

“Maybe they're unconscious and can't signal,” she said.

“Maybe.” His voice didn't sound very enthusiastic. “I could send a distress signal out now.”

At least the energy streams weren't so erratic out here. It felt like she was floating. “No,” she said. “How

are we going to give directions for a rescue team if we don't even know where they are? We have to

search the rim first. Follow me.”

Carefully aiming her wrist jets, she caught a surge of moonlight. Soft and sweet was its energy as she

rode the stream around the station and searched. There! A small disordered jumble spluttered on the

right hand side of the upper rim. She wasn't sure but it was the closest equivalent she could see of their

wings against the station's rim. Cupping her wings into the leading edge of a sun wave, she let it bring her

back around to the target area.

Four times she circled the station until she figured out how to drag the grappling hook and latch it onto

the vane she wanted. It reeled her down to the surface. She skidded sideways, then remembered to

reactivate her boot magnets.

Hand over hand she walked herself to whereIndio and Kyle were lying all tangled up in the coils of their

grappling lines at the base of another vane. Dushawn whirled past. His grappling hook snagged one of the

vanes a couple of hundred yards ahead. It was going to take him a little while to work his way back

down to them. She unclipped the wire cutters from her belt and went down on her knee. Then she cut the

line aroundIndio 's arms.

He reached up and pulled her against him. Their helmets were face to face but his visor was still totally

black. “Kyle's unconscious,” he said. “My comm's damaged. I can receive but I can't transmit anything.”

Cait nodded. “Should I send an SOS now?”

“Yes. Tell them to send an ambulance crew out to Sector Five on the outer rim. Level 2 priority status.”

While she finished sending out the SOS, Dushawn limped up. Cait motioned him over to press his helmet

to hers andIndio 's. “What happened to you?” she asked.

“Twisted my ankle when I landed back there.”

“That's because you tried to catch up with the rim instead of flying the opposite direction and meeting the

rim,”Indio 's voice informed them.

“Oh...” Cait said in a very small voice. She'd made the exact same mistake as Dushawn.

“Doesn't matter,”Indio continued gruffly. “As long as you didn't kill yourself, it counts as a good landing.

Now how about cutting me loose?”

Now that Dushawn was there, it didn't take long. Five minutes later, they sat down with Kyle's

unconscious form braced between them and waited for the rescue team.

While they watched the rescue pod maneuver closer,Indio bumped his helmet against Cait. “My wings

are too damaged for us to fly back and it's too small to carry all of us. Signal them and ask them if they

can carry one additional passenger.”

“Who?” she asked.

“Dushawn. They need to look at his ankle anyway.”

“All right,” she agreed, then opened the commlink again.

It took a couple more minutes of consultation and deliberation, but the team finally agreed to fly

Dushawn to sick bay along with Kyle. As Cait stood up and watched the rockets flare as they flew

away,Indio tugged her close so they could talk helmet to helmet again. “You did good out there,” he said

softly. “Real good.”

“Thanks. Do you think Kyle'll recover?”

“He'll be all right. His vital signs were good.”

They trudged along side by side in silence. Cait hoped their next training flight would be a little more

sedate.

“Sector Five!” The sudden burst of sound startled her out of her thoughts.

“Y-Yes,” she said.

“Your teammate came to a little while ago. He's conscious and aware of his surroundings. He has a

moderate concussion and may experience some short term amnesia.”

“Thanks.”

By the time they climbed up the ladder to the locker room, Cait was tired and crabby. She stripped

down to her skinsuit.

Her shoulder muscles cramped. “Ow!” She stumbled forward and leaned against the door of her locker.

Indio's helmet clanged down on the floor and rolled next to hers. “Hold still,” he said. His fingers dug

into her back and shoulders and skillfully loosened the knotted muscles. Reassurance and concern flowed

into her from his touch.

Cait stared at the helmet lying on the floor beside hers. If he wasn't wearing it then it meant she could see

his face. She turned around to look and gasped. A solid mass of glistening scar tissue marred the left side

of his face. It ran from his scalp all the way down to the corner of his mouth and left side of his neck. His

hair where there wasn't any scar tissue was long and black and tied into a thick braid draped across his

right shoulder.

By some miracle, his eyes were intact. She'd never seen such stark eyes. There was nothing soft about

his eyes. They were beautiful and dark with uncompromising masculinity.

“I know who you are.” She reached up to his cheek and felt the rough texture of his scars. “My mother

was on the surgical team that...”

He flinched away from her touch. His shock flared up and seared through her.

She fell against the locker behind her. He probably thinks I'm some kind of sicko grabbing at his face

like that.

“Gotta go,” she flung the words over her shoulder, then fled into the corridor.

* * * *

Her appetite was shot. She sat in the farthest corner of the cafeteria and stirred the selection of the day

into a featureless brown mush on her plate. Mainday shift came in, ate, and left while she sat and

rummaged through her memories.

Cait was only five years old when it happened. At that age, she wasn't old enough to pay attention to

names in the news vids. It was on all the channels.Indio 's grandfather was leading a protest march

against legalized gambling halls on their reservation. He claimed the criminal elements associated with the

gambling concession were bringing in alcohol and drugs to corrupt their children.

When the pickup truck zoomed past the crowd and tried to run the old man down,Indio jumped out and

pushed his grandfather out of the way. The truck pinnedIndio against the casino's wall. His left arm and

leg were crushed. Flames roared up and seared his face before his grandfather grabbed a fire

extinguisher and sprayed foam on him.

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